The Love Of Money - S01 E11

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The Love Of Money - S01 E11

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

Introduction:

Marcus and Helen turn up the heat, and then make a deal.

I took in the sight of the gorgeous woman on my couch as I approached her. Nothing was hidden from me - her tits, capped with firm pink nipples hung from her chest in a way that definitely seemed all naturally, settling my earlier question on whether she'd had any work done. She was a natural beauty that attracted men of wealth and influence like Roger, who wouldn't settle for anything less than perfection. I could see a hint of abdominal muscles under her firm belly, proving that she took meticulous care of herself. I wanted to kiss and suck every inch of her well-sculpted body a miraculous combination of feminine softness and firm athleticism.

Her pink lips slightly parted, reminding me of how she tasted and how that tongue felt in my mouth. Striking blue eyes peered up at me from under a curtain of blonde hair and dared me to approach her.

Closing the distance between us, I lined up the head of my slick cock with the entrance to her pussy soaked with a combination of my saliva and her juices. The mushroom head of my member easily slipped between the lips of her cunt, and both of us let out a simultaneous groan of satisfaction as I sank the first two inches of my shaft inside her.

She snaked an arm around my neck and pulled me toward her, pressing her forehead against mine. Her other arm slipped around my back, and I felt her fingernails dig into my flesh. My cock buried itself inside her another half-inch as I followed her down. Her ice- blue gaze bore into me, and I could feel her rapid, shallow breathing as she brushed her lips against mine, "Please, Marcus," she said. Her words were barely audible over the white noise of the rain against my window. "Please... fuck me."

Unable to take any more, I molded my lips to hers in a searing kiss as I pressed my crotch forward, sinking the rest of my length into her in one smooth motion. There was no resistance at all. Both of us were far too wet for anything other than the smooth, fluid Insertion of my cock inside of her. I felt her gasp into my mouth as my crotch met hers, and I ground myself into her as I swallowed

her sounds.

I held myself there for what felt like an eternity; my crotch ground against hers in small circles as our make-out session began to grow heavier. Her lips wrestled for dominance, soft one moment and then firm the next. She tried to capture my tongue between them, and invaded my mouth with her own when I retreated. Her soft moans, vibrating through me as we kept our lips sealed to each other guaranteed that my dick would stay firm as steel. Her enthusiastic participation in what I was doing to her made it difficult to keep from blowing my load a little too soon. After who knows how long, she pulled away from my kiss, nipping at my bottom lip with her teeth as she retreated.

As we gasped for air, I started to pull my hips back, preparing to fuck this gorgeous blonde angel. Unable to keep this position of her hunched against the couch, we spun so that she was laying lengthways across it. It put me on top of her, our faces inches apart as I began pistoning in and out of her soaking wet snatch.

"That's it, baby," she breathed as I one arm under her at the small of her back, pulling her firmly against me, giving me the chance to get as much of my cock inside of her as possible with every stroke. "Fuck me. Make me feel good."

I began picking up the pace as she dipped her head under my chin and began joumeying across my skin with her mouth. I could feel those warm, soft lips grazing lower, her teeth nipping at my jawline before trailing lower to my neck. The tip of her tongue lapped at my flesh with every gentle kiss as she continued downward. She pressed the side of her face into the nape of my neck; I could feel her lips feasting on my collarbone, working across the entire sensitive area between my neck and shoulder. Her arms tightened around me, her fingernails continuing to rake trails across my bare back as I began to pick up speed in pistoning in and out of her sopping pussy. She shivered with each thrust, and whimpered as she nuzzled her face against me before kissing her way up to my ear, pulling me in close so her tits were tightly mashed against my chest.

"You're bigger than my husband, Marcus." I could feel her hot breath, she punctuated the words with a long slow kiss on my ear, sucking on my earlobe and playfully nibbling on it. "Ughh... fuck me like he never could. Make me wish I was yours. Make me come, baby."

She was probably feeding me lines, but at that moment, I didn't care. She was making me feel like some kind of god. This morning. I'd been dumped and headed to work for a mid-range salary in New York on my day off. I had nothing exciting going for me. And now, was fucking the wife of a powerful lawyer in my own fucking living room. My dick was buried in a woman who was married to a rich and powerful man. She'd offered herself to me... given herself to me. This angelic woman was naked underneath me. Not her husband. The idea that I was fucking a woman who belonged to someone else - especially a woman so far out of my league... there was something so intoxicating about it.